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Updated: May 19, 2025
When Joseph Finsbury and his brother Masterman were little lads in white-frilled trousers, their father a well-to-do merchant in Cheapside caused them to join a small but rich tontine of seven-and-thirty lives.
"A man's life," Kent went on, "may be played out on a billiard table. A man's soul, Throgton, may be pocketed." "What devil's foolery is this?" said Throgton. "What do you mean?" "I mean that your crime is known plotter, schemer that you are, you are found out hypocrite, traitor; yes, Masterman Throgton, or rather let me give you your true name-Peter Kelly, murderer, I denounce you!"
If you want to know the truth of spiritualism, you can always work it out for yourself. That's quite possible, only it's a deal of trouble." "I don't believe in it," reiterated Mrs Masterman stubbornly. "All mediums are cheats and humbugs." "Oh!" said Mrs Jefferson. "If it comes to exceptions laying down the rule, where are we?
It was some little relief to my mind to hear that my poor mother could not have lived, as she had an incurable cancer; but at the same time the woman told me that I was ever in her thoughts, and that my name was the last word on her lips. She also said that Mr Masterman had been very kind to my mother, and that she had wanted nothing. I then asked her to show me where my mother had been buried.
I mean no, of course not! If Masterman refuses to take a bath, of course you are obliged to punish him. Yes, yes, I know. Wear something? What? What's that? Like you? But he's a man. Very well, we'll get him a pair of trousers. No, I won't forget. Yes, like mine, long ones like mine. It'll be all right. Take care with that cup. I think mother must be wanting you. Press the bell hard.
Mrs Masterman alone held out, and scoffed audibly at the mystic literature, and what she called the "insane jabber" that went on in the drawing-room every evening. "Psychic phenomena, indeed!" the worthy lady would snort. "Don't talk to me about such rubbish! It's just as bad as the mediums and the slate writers."
While Captain Cobb entertained his dismayed guest, Captain Masterman went on deck to receive the new comers. The first boat which came alongside was announced to be the barge of Admiral Don Martin Alaba. She rowed twenty oars, and had on board a rear-admiral and two other officers, one of whom was the Governor's nephew, who came to pay his respects to their supposed friends.
'Upon my word, cried Morris, 'if you do not understand for yourself, I almost despair of telling you. 'O, of course it's some rot about the tontine, returned the other. 'But it's the merest nonsense. We've lost it, and there's an end. 'I tell you, said Morris, 'Uncle Masterman is dead. I know it, there's a voice that tells me so. 'Well, and so is Uncle Joseph, said John.
"Oh," cried Mrs Masterman, losing her temper, which even at the best of times was exceedingly hard to keep. "You go off, young man, to your `Lights of Asia, and all your other idolatrous rubbish. The truth is this foreign woman has bewitched you all, and will end in making you heathens like herself. Thank goodness I've too much sense to listen to her.
Yes, but if I am right about Uncle Masterman, I can blackmail Michael. Worse luck! The leather business will soon want money for current expenses, and I have none to give. But the leather business is a sinking ship. Yes, but it's all the ship I have. A fact. John will soon want money, and I have none to give. And the venal doctor will want money down.
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